Текст песни: MacCrimmon's Lament/Maccrimmon's Sweetheart/ + перевод

O’er Coolin’s speaks the night is creeping

The banshee’s croon is round us sweeping;

Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping

Since thou art gone and ne’er returnest

No more, no more, no more returning;

In peace nor in war is he returning;

Till dawns the great day of doom and burning

MacCrimmon is home no more returning

The breeze of the bens is gently blowing;

The brooks in the glens are softly flowing;

Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing

Birds mourn for thee who ne’er returnest

Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing

The boat under sail unmov’d is lying;

The voice of waves in sadness dying

Say, thou art away and ne’er returnest

We’ll see no more MacCrimmon’s returning

In peace nor in war is he returning

Till dawns the great day of woe and burning

For him, there’s no more returning

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